Harley Quinn

A/N: This is a really sad scenario. Like I hope this never happens to anyone in real life. But you requested it, so I’ll write it. I hope you like it, this went in a different direction than I intended, but yeah (I will be crying through this thing too)

     You were in deep. So deep that you were starting to drown in the web of lies you found yourself into. Dalton had been away for a few months now. At first everything was fine. You, and your children talked to Dalton everyday, and he made sure you didn’t feel lonely. It was around the third month were everything changed. Your face timing became scarce, and you found yourself spending even more time with Cole. You two had become best friends when you had met Dalton. There had always been sexual tension between you two. Since you were with Dalton, you kept your feelings for each other on the low. When Dalton was gone you became vulnerable. After one drunken night you found yourself naked in Cole’s bed. Ever since then you had been having an affair. 

     It felt like your world was crashing down around you. The tiny pink plus sign stared up at you like a glaring red light. About four more tests laying on the bathroom counter said the same thing. Two of the tests you had taken the day before. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, and you sniffled. There was no doubt in your mind now. You were in fact pregnant. Somehow you had known this for a two weeks now, but had avoided taking the test. You would have been happy about the news, but the only problem was that the baby wasn’t Dalton’s. It was Cole’s. You didn’t know what to do. Dalton had been back home for a few days now, so if you started to show things wouldn’t add up. You jumped at the three light knocks at the door, “Vanessa, are you okay? You’ve been in there for a long time now,” Dalton asked. You took a shaky breath, tossing the tests in the trash can, and taking a bunch of toilet paper to cover it up. Wiping your eyes, you opened the door, and smiled at Dalton.

“I’m fine,” you lied, heading to the kitchen to start dinner. Dalton followed after you, finishing the conversations you two had been having. You had tuned him out, your mind drifting off. All you could think about was how you were pregnant, and how you were going to tell Dalton. How was he going to take it. You hadn’t seen each other for half a year. One way or another Dalton was going to find out about your infidelity. You were brought out of your trance from hearing Cole’s name. “What?” you quickly said, stopping halfway through cutting an onion. 

“I said Cole’s coming over for dinner,” Dalton told you. He showed no emotion, his eyes scanning your face. Without your knowledge Dalton had found the pregnancy test package in the bathroom three days ago. When he looked at the box again, two tests had been missing. He knew you, and Cole had been spending way more time with each other, and soon placed two, and two together.

“Oh,” you mumbled, “I’ll have to double the recipe then.” You continued to cut the onion, feeling your skin crawl. You wondered why Cole was coming over, knowing that you two had, and still are seeing each other. You glanced over to him, noticing he had gone quiet. “Can you see if Logan is up from his nap?” you asked. You wanted to be left with your thoughts without Dalton staring at you the way that he was. He didn’t say anything, getting up from his spot to check on the children. You sighed in relief, grabbing your phone to message Cole. He needed to know what was going on before he showed up tonight.

     Later That Day: Dalton wasn’t born yesterday. He knew what was going on. It was when he spotted you, and Cole having secret conversations that his suspicions were confirmed. You could practically feel the tension in the room. Dalton’s hard glare, and Cole avoiding his eyes. The only sound filling the dining room was the forks scraping against plates, and your six year old telling everyone about his day. Jaxon was unaware of the glares his father was sending to his uncle. He was in his own world. You however saw it all. Dalton nearly stabbing the piece of chicken on the plate. Cole cracked his neck slightly, swallowing hard. “Food’s amazing,” he commented, taking a shaky sip of his drink. He may have seemed calm on the outside, but you knew Cole was terrified, Terrified that he was possibly going to be a father. 

“Thanks. It’s a new recipe I found,” you said. Silence filled the air once again, and Cole tried to make more small talk. Dalton couldn’t take it anymore.

“Jaxon, why don’t you take your brother, and go watch some TV,” Dalton said, The knowledge he had was eating away at him, and he didn’t want to explode in front of his children. Not wanting them to witness what was about to go down. Once the two boys left, and he had heard We Bare Bears coming from the television, Dalton finally asked the question that was on his mind.  “How long?” Dalton questioned, looking at Cole.

“How long what?’ Cole asked, letting out a chuckle. He shot a glance towards you, already knowing where this conversation was going. 

“How long have you been sleep with my wife?” Dalton clarified. The words came out sharp, the sound of your fork clanking against the plate confirmed everything. Your body froze, mouth becoming dry. 

“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Cole stuttered. Dalton stabbed the knife into the table making both you, and Cole jump in surprise. He was oddly calm except for that one gesture, wiping his mouth with a napkin. One thing that could really make a man crazy is finding out his woman is with some other man. It’s not something any guy wants to think about. 

“Don’t make me ask again,” Dalton said, jaw clenching. “Vanessa is pregnant, and I haven’t been home for six months, so I know it’s not my baby,” he stated. “What I do know is that you two have been spending a lot of time together. I even have pictures to prove it…now answer my question.” Cole looked at you, subtly sliding his chair away from Dalton. 

“Four months,” you said, answering the question. Dalton nodded at your words, pushing his chair away from the table. “Dalton, I’m so-”

“Don’t talk to me,” he cut you off, “I just-I can’t believe you could cheat on me. With my friend of all people!” His voice rose higher. Dalton was trying his hardest not to hurt Cole. He needed to keep calm trying not to draw your children’s attention.

“It just happened Dalton. We didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did,” Cole tried to reason, standing up. You knew that you, and Dalton weren’t going to bounce back from this. Everything you built together going down the drain all because of one moment of weakness. Dalton’s fists clenched, his body beginning to shake. He couldn’t be in the same room as the two of you anymore, not even looking at you at all. 

(Lituation)

Is a bad parent

Doesn’t support gay marriage

Is a republican

Said she wants to be treated like a “normal woman” by a man (aka a cishet woman as if transgender women aren’t “normal”)

Is not offended by the Caitlyn Jenner costume

For whatever reason, some people think it’s a good idea to post comments on social media that have no purpose other than to be mean to someone. Almost every time the American Idol Facebook page or YouTube channel posts something about Dalton, I see grumpy people complaining in the comments that Dalton is only on the show because girls think he’s cute.

First of all, why is that when girls like something, other people feel the need to passionately hate that thing? I’m not a huge fan of teenage girls as a whole, but that doesn’t mean I automatically despise anything they like. Think about the kinds of things teenage girls tend to enjoy, then think about how “grown-ups” feel about them. Granted, there are plenty of legitimate reasons to not like Justin Bieber or Twilight, but still. As soon as something has a fanbase with a lot of teenage girls in it, that thing is doomed to be labeled as stupid by some people. 5SOS isn’t even taken seriously sometimes because of how many young girls like their music. How is that fair? Anyway, that’s a rant for a different post. Back to Dalton.

Dalton may have a lot of teenage fangirls, but people of any age can see he’s a talented performer. He uses the space around him to his advantage instead of standing at the microphone and doing nothing as he sings. He knows how to make songs his own, while other singers’ covers sometimes sound just like the original version. When he performs songs he wrote, there’s even more passion and meaning in what he sings. His voice can be gentle or angry or mournful or whatever emotion a song calls for, and it sounds beautiful every time.

Musical taste is a personal thing, so maybe you don’t like how he sounds, but he’s still a good-hearted person. Though I have yet to meet him, every interaction I’ve had with him online has been positive. I mailed him a wedding invitation last summer (mostly as a joke) and he actually saw it and congratulated me. Before American Idol made his Twitter essentially useless brought an influx of fans, he used to read and respond to tweets pretty regularly. He genuinely cares about us and appreciated our support even before there was any voting to be done.

Yeah, Dalton’s cute, but do you really think pretty eyes and a charming smile are the only things that make his fans love him? Do you think this happily married adult would take the time to run a blog about him and make posts like this one if she only cared about Dalton’s appearance? I won’t repeat everything I said in that giant post I made the other day explaining why I care so much about Dalton, but trust me when I say that Dalton is my favorite musician for reasons far beyond how attractive he is. Heck, he could be as ugly as a blobfish and I’d still adore that kid.

“I think I felt like I lost my purpose for a while, but now I feel like I found my purpose. So now, I just feel like I wanna bring that hope to people and that light to say, ‘Hey you might have lost your purpose, or maybe you are searching for your purpose, but purpose is so important.’ I just want people to see that there is hope and there is a light at the end of the tunnel. The best is yet to come ahead of you and not to dwell in the spot that you are in. Know that, ‘Hey, if Justin did it, then I could do it.’”

The Vangs, The Fame, The Life

Pairing: Y/N/Cole Pendery

Rating: R

Warning: Contains the acts of kidnapping

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

A/N: I forgot to say this, but thank you mrsrapattoni169 because you’re the one that wanted a Cole vampire blurb. Without that blurb I wouldn’t have gotten the idea to continue on and make it into something more

     You groaned at the bright light shining through the curtains. Grabbing onto the pillow beside you, you pulled it over your head. The pounding headache you had wasn’t the only pain you felt. There was a dull ache on the left side of your neck. You reached your hand up, pressing two of your fingertips to the side of your neck. Letting out a hiss, you retracted your hand back. You regretted hitting the drinks hard last night, but besides that there was something else you were forgetting. Still laying in the bed something hit you. You didn’t remember going home, and this bed was too comfortable to be your own. Slowly, you pulled the pillow off your head, and peaked a eye open. Sure enough this wasn’t your room. Sliding out of the bed, you walked over to the dresser that sat on the right side of the room. You were still in your clothes from the night before, makeup smudged, and hair a mess. Your eyes landed on your neck, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You tilted your head to the side, seeing two punctured holes. The skin around it slightly turning a dark color. “Morning,” you heard someone say. Goosebumps on your skin rose at the sound of the person’s voice, and you knew it belonged to Cole. You turned around, and backed up against the dresser, gripping its ledge tightly.

“What did you do to me?” you questioned, glaring at him and pointing towards your neck. Cole smiled, moving to sit on the bed. He was shirtless, boxers hanging low on his hips. Cole’s hair was disheveled, and he let out a yawn, scratching at his facial hair.

“Oh that,” he said, “I got hungry. Just a tiny snack.” He waved his hand in the air like it was no big deal. You stayed rigid in your spot, not wanting to get close to him. The fact that he called the damage he did to your neck a tiny snack made you confused.

“What do you mean a tiny snack!?! You don’t just go around sticking holes into people’s neck!” you yelled. Cole leaned back on the bed on his elbows, waiting for you to stop yelling. “What am I doing here anyway? You were suppose to take me home.”

“Are you hungry? I mean I only drank like this much of your blood, but even that could make someone weak,” he said, holding up his fingers inches apart to show you how much he drank. You noticed how he changed the topic. You had to address the current situation before you asked him what he meant by drinking your blood.

“I remember you dragging me into a car,” you slowly said, “Y-You kidnapped me!” Cole laughed at your words, and shook his head.

“I wouldn’t call it that. I mean you agreed to come with me…You wanted to come!” he argued back. Your eyes narrowed, and you scoffed.

“No! I didn’t. You did something to make me go with you,” you said back. You thought back in your mind, trying to figure out what happened. “You drugged me!” you shouted. Cole looked offended for a second, and he stood up walking over to you. Before you could move away, he was in front of you. Cole’s hands rest on the dresser, trapping you between him, and it.

“I would never drug you, and besides if I had kidnapped you, you’d be tied up somewhere wouldn’t you?” he whispered. His face was inches away from yours, noses touching. “Like I said, you wanted to come with me. I did nothing to change your mind,” he lied. His eyes flickered towards your lips, and you pushed him away. You were positive he did something to get you to follow him. Whatever it was you were going to find it out. Cole smirked when he noticed you didn’t have anything to say. “Now I think you should really eat. I can ask Stuart to make you a burger, greasy food helps with hangovers,” he last said, leaving you in the room. You stared at the door, wondering if you should follow him or not. You looked back in the mirror at your neck. There was something weird about him, and you were going to find it out.

      Silence filled the air as you sat next to Cole at the table, a burger and fries sitting in front of you. His estate was amazing, well the parts you did come across. Not to mention it was huge (x). You wonder how he could stay in this whole place alone. “You know my friends are going to wonder where I am,” you told Cole, finally breaking the silence. He looked up from his food, and you smirked at the fact that he forgot you had gone to the club with them.

“You can call them, and tell them that you’re safe,” he commented, grabbing the glass of water, and taking a sip.

“I’m not sure if I am safe. I mean look what you did to my neck,” you replied, pointing at your neck. Cole rolled his eyes at your complaining, and took your phone out of his back pocket, sliding it over to you.

“If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it by now,” he stated, going back to eating. You stared at your phone for a few minutes, then picked it up dialing Camryn since you knew she’d be awake, and not trying to cure a hangover like Jillian was.

“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!” Camryn shouted into the phone making you move it away from your ear. You quickly glanced at Cole before getting up, and heading to the kitchen.

“I’m still with Cole, and before you say anything I’m fine,” you told her. Camryn sighed at your words, relief washing over her.

“That’s good to hear,” she mumbled, “Jillian and her boy toy are still passed out. What time are you coming home?” You looked back to the dining room in thought, wondering if you did want to head home.

“Uhhhh,” you started to say, lost for words. You leaned against the kitchen island, smiling at Stuart, Cole’s chef. Your gaze shot towards the entrance of the kitchen when you heard footsteps. Cole leaned against the doorframe, and he smirked at you. “I think I’m going to stay a bit,” you finally said into the phone, turning away from him. You needed to investigate on Cole, and you couldn’t really go home with your neck looking the way it did. Camryn was quiet, and then you could hear her whisper something. “What?” you questioned, squinting your eyes like that was going to help you hear.

“Did you have sex with him!?!” she said a bit louder. You choked on air, starting to cough violently. One hand landed on the kitchen island, and Stuart slid a glass of water to you. You grabbed the water starting to gulp it down, smiling over the rim of the cup to thank him. “Okay I guess not judging from your reaction,” you could hear her say in return.

“Yeah no. I mean I don’t think I’d…” you trailed off looking over to Cole, who was still staring at you. “I’ll call you later alright,” you told her, saying a few more words before hanging up. You crossed your arms over your chest, and Cole pushed off the doorframe. He placed his empty plate in the skin.

“So you decided to stay,” he smiled, “Why’s that?” You shrugged not wanting to tell him why exactly. He was still eyeing you, and you looked down realizing you still haven’t changed out of last night’s clothes.

“Is there some place where I could wash up? I’ll need some clothes too,” you told Cole.

“Yeah, Lydia!” Cole called, a woman entering the kitchen minutes later. “Can you show Y/N where the bathroom is, and get her some clothes please,” he told her. Lydia smiled at you, nodding at his words.

Dalton Rapattoni - Illness abounds

I have about 2 announcements, and they are both very important!

     As most of you have heard, IM5 has disbanded. The question in the air is do I still continue to write for them. For me this is a hard decision because they are the main group I write about on this blog. Along with 5 Seconds of Summer and Omaha Squad. Not to mention I’ve been a fan for 5 years, so not writing about them would be weird. 

     My problem about this is that since the band is no more, will any of you still read the work I post that is about IM5? I don’t want to continue to write about them if no one will read it. So I decided to let you all choose this decision. The decision on whether or not I continue to write for the band. If there happens to be a tie I’ll have to make a decision. There will be a poll on my blog where you could vote. Please do. It will help me a ton.

     The second announcement I have will happen in April. Chelsy, chelsyamberxim5, has convinced me (more like yelled) to not delete this account. I had considered it at some point due to low notes. I love writing for you all, but I noticed that no one was reading as much anymore. I do put a lot into these stories, so to see that no one was showing it any recognition kind of made me feel sad. I’ve thought about it for a month now, and I won’t delete the account because I love it too much, and have written A LOT. What I am going to do is take a small hiatus. It’s only for the month of April. I will still be writing the requests that are in my ask box, and preferences. I just won’t post anything until the hiatus is over. This means I will be posting a lot throughout this week, and next month.

There will be 2 or 3 new master lists out, and if you check those you could see who’s imagine I’ve written even though it won’t be posted. I really need this break because I’ve been writing on this blog for a very long time without stopping. I think it’s been four years straight? It started off as an IM5 blog then I added 5sos, and Fly Away Hero. I stopped writing FAH stuff, and recently added Omaha Squad! It’s been a wild ride, and for those who have went through all the changes thank you for staying, and to my new followers thank you for reading.